Delta: Who are you saying has suffered a loss of strength?

Just as Han Che and his group arrived at the entrance of the West Building, the building suddenly fell silent.

It was making a lot of banging noises just now, but now there's no sound at all.

Han Che gestured and moved closer to the door. Mule and Wang Kuo stood against the wall, not daring to move.

After waiting a few seconds, there was still no sound.

Han Che gently pushed open the door and peeked inside. Then he waved to the back of the door and went in sideways.

The mule followed, and Wang Kuo walked at the back.

Mule rarely came to the administration building. In the past, when he was wandering around the perimeter, if he heard someone firing shots inside the building, he would walk around it.

The quiet environment he was now in made him feel uneasy. He realized that the building was quieter than he had imagined, almost eerily so.

The ground beneath my feet was covered in a thick layer of dust, and it made a slight rustling sound when I stepped on it.

The mule tried to walk as quietly as possible, but the rustling sound was still there.

He could hear his own heartbeat, thump-thump-thump, growing louder and louder, as if the whole corridor could hear it.

He turned his head slightly and glanced at Wang Kuo.

Wang Kuo's face was tense, and he kept his mouth shut, not daring to breathe.

He held the gun, pointing it here and there, not even knowing what he was pointing at.

At the very front of the group, Han Che walked quite slowly, each step landing silently.

When he reaches a corner, he'll pause, turn sideways, extend his gun first, quickly peek out, glance around, and immediately pull it back. Only after confirming no one is around will he continue forward.

The mule watched from behind, a little confused. This Brother Han made three feints with every step and eight aiming points per second. How was he supposed to learn from Sister Bai when he got back?

In Mule's eyes, Han Che was aiming his gun everywhere as soon as he entered the building, and when he went up the stairs, he would even aim the gun at the ceiling.

He didn't even know who the gun was aimed at, but it just felt very powerful and professional.

However, in reality, Han Che was actually making careful arrangements.

For a seasoned veteran like him, there's no sense of security unless he queues for at least 5 minutes before heading to the administration building.

Every corner he looked at, even the angle of the ceiling above the stairs in Mule's eyes, was a bloody tragedy where he had been possessed in his previous life's game.

This Boss Han wore that iron-walled helmet, which covered both sides completely, leaving only a small gap.

The mule always thought that wearing this helmet would make him unable to hear or see anything.

But now Han Che was in front, going through every corner and doorway without missing a single one.

Instead, he and Wang Kuo followed along. The building was so quiet that there was nothing to hear or see, and they didn't know where to look.

The mule was a little puzzled. Who was it that couldn't hear him?

Finally reaching the second-floor corridor, Han Che gestured for them to go to the right, which was the direction from which the gunshots were coming from.

Han Che continued walking forward, making a point at every corner and every doorway.

The room across the street was a computer room; the door was tightly closed, and the gunshots were coming from inside.

But now there is no sound from inside, and a pool of blood is flowing out from under the door.

The mule followed behind, his heart pounding even harder. He could hear his own breathing, heavy and labored. Wang Kuo's face turned pale, and a layer of sweat covered his forehead.

Han Che gestured to Mule and Wang Kuo, signaling them to get ready, and then suddenly opened the door.

There was no one in the house, or even a single living person.

The mule followed behind, and as soon as it entered the door, it froze.

Three player operators were lying on the ground, along with two Asara soldiers dressed in red.

Blood was everywhere, a large patch on the floor, and bullet holes all over the walls and floor.

Wang Kuo stood at the door, unsure whether he should go in.

Han Che checked the room thoroughly and then squatted down to examine the body.

A player was leaning on the windowsill

One was leaning against the wall, while the other three lay in the middle of the room, their heads smashed.

Two Asara soldiers fell, one at the doorway and the other in the corner.

Han Che stood up, looked at the bullet holes in the wall, and murmured, "M249, Said..." Han Che's voice was not loud.

The mule leaned closer: "What?"

"Saidgan's," Han Che stood up, "It seems unfortunate that he happens to be in the administration building today."

Mule gasped. He had heard that Said had been extremely aggressive lately and was running all over the Zero Dam area. He never expected that he would be back on his home turf today.

"Have they left?" the mule asked softly.

Han Che glanced outside. "The gunfire just stopped. They left, but they didn't go far," he said.

Mule felt a chill run down his spine and didn't know what to do. He stood there, gun at the ready, unsure where to point it.

Just then, a sound came from the east building.

The noisy footsteps made no attempt to conceal them.

Mule's heart jumped into his throat. Was Said really here?

Then he heard voices, cursing and swearing.

"Damn it, I hope I don't run into that kid..."

The mule's ears perked up; the sound sounded somewhat familiar.

"...He's so arrogant in the square, let's come in and kill him."

Another voice asked, "Brother K, where should we go first?"

"Looking for those three idiots! Where else would we go?"

Mule's face changed; it was Old K and his two companions.

The footsteps grew closer, and the voices became clearer.

"There were gunshots in this building for a while, but now it's quiet. They must be done. Let's go pick up the scraps," said Old K.

"What if someone licks the stuff?" came the tall, thin man's voice.

"If we lick it, we'll just rob it," Old K said. "There are only six teams in this building. We'll just take on whoever we run into."

"What about the three from Club 78?" came the voice of the short, stocky man.

"Damn it!" Old K roared, "Especially that guy with the iron pot, I'm going to kill him with my own hands. Damn it, he tried to break my fingers in the square, I'll beat the shit out of him when I get in here..."

The three people were talking when they reached the corridor connecting the east and west buildings.

Han Che stood in the computer room, listening quietly. Mule looked at him, wondering what he was going to do.

Just then, there was a sudden noise at the end of the corridor.

It wasn't footsteps; the sound was fast, like rolling!

Then... "You've fallen into a trap!!"

Bang! The whooshing sound of flames suddenly came from the connecting corridor.

Holy crap!

"Someone's there!"

"beat!"

Old K and his two companions reacted immediately, but unfortunately, G3's comical rate of fire at this distance did not provide any effective resistance.

Then came a scream.

"ah--!"

The short, stocky man was asleep by the connecting window, most of his head missing.

Then I heard people running and shouting.

"Run! Run!"

"Said!!"

The footsteps grew fainter and fainter as they ran into the distance.

Han Che walked quickly to the door of the computer room and peeked into the corridor.

The connecting corridor was empty. A short, stocky man lay face down by the window, with a pool of blood beneath him.

Saeed has disappeared again.

The mule approached, his face pale as he saw no one: "Brother Han, have you seen anyone?"

Han Che turned his head and looked directly into the mule's eyes through the gap in his iron helmet.

"Uh... I didn't mean anything by it, Brother Han," Mule said awkwardly, swallowing hard.